Black and White

I wrote this piece while I sat at my piano frustrated that I couldn't play as well as my friends. Constantly, they kept telling me that I was good, but I hardly thought so. While I sat at the piano, I realized, the only way to get better, was to play more often. So I wrote this poem letting all my emotions out with it.

My fingers lite on the keys, Black and white. Compressing these makes a melodious sound. Now my fingers flow smoothly across them; A song is born. My body sways with it. Closing my eyes, I become the song: The keys, the music and me, Become one thing; The music is me, I am the music. My voice joins the chorus, Bringing more melody. I feel it in my heart, I feel it in my soul. From note to note, I feel as though They connect in their own way, Separate from me. I let go of the keys. Instantly the music stops. I open my eyes and beg the keys to continue. They don’t. I kick it, I smack it, I bang on the keys; But no song is sung. I cry and cry, Until I realize that I must play. That song was mine, Not the keys’. My fingers lite on the keys, Black and white. Compressing these makes a melodious sound.

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